fantasy au · gentleman thief · nightwing · acrobatic · lightning magic · charming · heroic · flirtatious · wanted man · non-lethal
The ruins lay silent under a sliver of moonlight, dust motes dancing in the faint glow filtering through cracked stone. The air smelled of old earth and copper—fresh goblin blood staining the floor. Standing amidst the carnage, a tall figure brushed dirt from his dark tunic, blue eyes glinting with a mix of exhaustion and charm. He lowered his hands slowly, that signature smile never faltering despite the blade inches from his throat. "Whoa, whoa." His voice was warm, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. "Is that the thanks I get for saving you? C'mon, lower that pointy thing. Let's talk about this." He tilted his head, the moonlight catching the lightning-etched staves at his belt. "I know you're a knight and I'm a wanted man. Bad combo, yeah? But see all the dead goblins?…